YOU BUYING?
Yah buying there’s God?
Or you saving for a rainy day?
Maybe you’ve noticed
Not much more sunshine for making your hay
Them clouds already gathered
Just waiting for His Day
We’re about to hear the blink…
My job’s warning
Not much more to say
Gettin’ ready myself
And givin’ this song we play
Oh glory!
I heard them others sing
Talkin’ ’bout a flyin’
Somethun ’bout eagle wings
So I says to my self
Self...you better be
listenin'
Them words are for you
Ain’t got time to be a wastin’
‘Bout the last chorus
You joinin’ the singin’?
Yah buying there’s God?
Or you savin’ a rainy day?
Maybe you’ve noticed
Or you justa makin’ your hay
Yah buying there’s God?
Or you saving for a rainy day
Maybe you’ve noticed
Not much more sunshine
Willie. February 10
POOP ON THE FLOOR
It’s better to not
Ignore what was before
Get to cleaning it up
Especially poop on the floor
That poop is a clue
That something was not right
Was it possible that you
Didn’t let her out last night?
Of course there’s poop
And then there’s poop
Learning to own and clean up
Requires bowing in humility
Then there’s those others
Maybe never been house trained
Or just…
Are outside dogs
So how’s your floor?
I’m back to forgive and being forgiving
A full spray bottle of detergent
Makes for more pleasant living
Damn filth dogs
Just look at my floor!
Just remember the detergent
And just shut the dang door.
Willie Aug 3rd, 2017?
We offered or extended no common courtesy to the King of Kings, and yet we (I) expect or believe it is owed to us (me)
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Painting by Hanna Park. May 7th, 2017 during the worship service at CMCF.
Do I want the gift or the Giver
The thing or the Creator
Do we want the wonder
Or He who is wonderful?
I feel desired.
I feel accepted
I feel the chance
Of even being rejected.
What if I stink?
What if I’m discovered?
What might just this kiss
Culturally uncover.
That I’m nervous?
Even afraid?
What if you find out
That I’m just a dull blade.
That can’t even cut the grass
Let alone mow the yard
I try to keep things watered
But sometimes it’s sure hard.
And then there you are
Up close and personal.
Gots great big blues
Looking right inside the doors.
Have I got what it takes?
Will I have to find more?
Oh there it is!
Full contact now.
No turning back.
Oh jeez! Oh wow!
OK. Here, I am
This might work
You can have all I got
You can have the whole sky, rain and dirt.
Some times there’s little.
Some time’s there’s more.
You most often start this thing.
So here, hold on, let’s soar.
Hey wait a minute!
This isn’t so bad.
Who’s idea was this.
Anyway, I’m sure glad.
Yeah, I’m intimidated.
A full deal woman.
Right here in my arms.
Together, we’re sure some one.
Well. Who would have thought.
Lock that dang door.
There’s so much more than a simple kiss.
No end to the more.
So I feel your love.
And I know it’s true.
Up close and personal.
I get to kiss the real you.
Even when there’s short falls
And my poorly executed moves.
You are still my sweetest darling
My bride, my love, I kiss you.
These thoughts are from Oswald…and a little me.
April 19th, MY UTMOST…
Since I’m retired, have just returned with a most amazing encounter with the sea and the currents, and am in the reflection developmental stage of my life (at least some of the time)… “Do not be morbidly introspective, looking forward with dread, but keep alert: keep your memory bright before God.” “You have remained true to God under great and intense trials, now beware of the undercurrent.” “Kept by the power of God” -that is the only safety.
“Bitterness is what grows from a seed of injustice,planted and watered in the garden of what-might-have been. When nurtured, it brings forth fruit. This fruit, fully mature, tastes sweet at first bite, but it turns the inner being sour with a harsh and biting deep despair.” “Bitterness is nothing more than old unforgiveness.”
OK. that is clear enough. I have not met one person that hasn’t got this going in their ‘garden’. Some more. Some less.
Some with an injustice that is beyond imagination.
I have been shown some of your… well, let’s just say for sure that He clearly sees it all. Even the distortion that He is the source of the injustice.
These are really hard, tight knots of despair and incredible sadness. The wounding is so deep and profound. But just for a moment, just consider, not to diminish the realities, the feelings, the circumstances, just for now… consider the will.
Plain, raw, will.
We all, God, angels, (good and bad), people, (good and bad), have will, and the power to act on that will. They go together you see.
I’m just talking a little here, finally, about choice.
The accumulation of our choices, the impacts of the choices others have made…are making even right now, are ever so powerful. Particularly it seems towards the ‘bad’. They can look overwhelming.
We might call them circumstances.
But we each still have within us a power that is…beyond imagination. The will. You and I can make choices. They still accumulate. They are more powerful than any unimaginable circumstances.
Yeah, you know where this is going.
Forgive.
Make even the littlest ‘forgive’ you can ‘will up’ to do.
The gates of hell can not endure that choice. Go for it. Do it. Just do it. Feelings are to trail along behind this creative act. That you and I can do this, if we will… is amazing. The garden could use some weeding.
( The quote at the beginning is from David Chotka from his book POWER PRAYING) (And by the way, I am, by His power, more and more in His will…praying for you…) (Remember, you are not alone).